This is a song about "No fi"

Champagne no chain no diamonds

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Just you and i no smoking no ashtray

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

No monopoly type flow, no chance

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Catch you up on places i've been

No affiliation

No no no guarantees

But in the meantime it's lights please